I Think It's Really Cool That Gale Is So Insistent On Taking You Into The Weave To Make Love For The

I think it's really cool that Gale is so insistent on taking you into the weave to make love for the first time. It's so romantic and personal and probably has nothing to do with putting himself directly in Mystra's line of sight because of his pathetic desperation for her attention

He’s so pretty… I want him to be grievously injured

A Gale that still wears his earring by the end of his adventure. Touches it sometimes, when he’s thinking too hard. Runs his thumb along the grooves and pushes hard on one of the points until the pain grounds him. He remembers how it had felt to get it—to grin at himself in the mirror afterward, tilting his jaw to watch the silver catch orange-golden sunlight through the bedroom window. He remembers how it felt to race down the stairs to show his mum, and how she’d kissed his forehead and told him he looked dashing.

So it’s a part of him, now, as much as anything.

A Gale that keeps the statuette of Mystra on his desk when he comes home. It’s because he doesn’t want to look at it, to deal with it. Long were the nights he spent studying with a cramped hand and a tense jaw, and easy was the relief of looking upon her and remembering for whom he was doing it.

Those nights are a part of him, too. So the statuette stays.

A Gale whose eyes still linger on her altar when he passes on his walk about the city. She is more beautiful than any statue makes her out to be, limited as they are by the static of stone. They cannot smile at him as she did when making him her Chosen.

He cannot bring himself to watch the boys who bruise their knees kneeling for her.

After his first time accompanying Gale to a reunion of the enormous and overwhelming Dekarios family, Astarion is rewarded. Sort of.

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